The Gobble-de-gooke monster is playing with my words
Making them come out backwards,
Making them sound absurd.
I would say something to the Gobble-de –gooke monster
But it all comes out wrong
What can I do if his power over me so strong
It upsets my muse
I would write a poem but these words I wouldn’t choose
I always loose my train of thought when that monster is about
I run and hide but my words wont find a way out
In a sensible form.
The gobble- de gooke monster causes a word storm in my head
I loose the thread of what I am writing or saying
So my words I will be spraying
In a confusing pattern
Like a bad version of pig Latin
I hope they send away that monster to a far away place like Saturn
Soon or some other planet
I won’t able to communicate anything in a sensible fashion or form
I hope he goes away soon or leaves me alone
Before my word become so weird they make their way to the twilight zone.
By Daniel Hooks AKA alienpoet on Facebook